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Signs of the Apocalypse

I’M GIVING YOU FAIR WARNING.

During my wonderful vacation up north last week, I took some photos that suggest something “revelationary” is brewing in the Sleeping Bear Dunes. No fire and brimstone or geese flying backwards, just a collection of little signs that cumulatively suggest – dare I say it – an omen. I haven’t been this worried about my spiritual health since the Harmonic Convergence, whenever that was.

This whole thing has me so shook up I took today off from training. (Okay, Saturday’s half marathon followed by a ten-mile recovery run yesterday also contributed.) While none of what you’re about to see is directly related to my training, I saw them all while running or cycling, so that’s good enough for me.

Here is the evidence. Decide for yourself.

Sign - Church of Christ - Beulah

This is in the lovely town of Beulah (otherwise known for The Cherry Hut) following a round-trip bike ride to Frankfort. Okay, a cute motto but otherwise unremarkable, right? But then I came across this while running the Sleeping Bear Heritage Trail into Glen Arbor:

The small sign reads, "Sorry - No Room at the Inn".

The small sign reads, “Sorry – No Room at the Inn”.

I checked, but there have been no reports of a bright star overhead or three rich guys on camels. Yet.

Still skeptical? On the other side of Glen Arbor is this:

Sign - Wine at Gas Pump - Glen Arbor

Was there just an overabundant grape harvest? Or did Jesus just pass through?

Bemused, bothered, and bewildered, I stumbled into the Blue Caribou Cafe in Beulah after Sunday’s recovery run. After yet another ownership change, they finally saw the light and installed an espresso machine. And here was one more sign:

The sign reads, "Everyone should believe in something. I believe I'll have another coffee."

The sign reads, “Everyone should believe in something. I believe I’ll have another cup.” Sorry for the image quality. I believe I must have had too many.

So there you have it. Coincidence? The paranoid fantasy of this ultrarunner’s overheated brain? Or is someone out there trying to tell me something? Say, for instance, about my upcoming weekend at Run Woodstock?

Holding the Banner

Thus saith the Lord: TIE DYE IS AN ABOMINATION! And don’t even get Me started on those “Natural Runs”!!!

I’ll do my best to keep you all posted. And if New Jerusalem does descend and land upon me, I just hope they have a good running trail.

Five Surprises From Up North

BACK HOME after a week-plus of vacation at our campground near Empire. Too short as usual, but it provided a number of surprises. Here are the top five.

No! I won't believe it!

No! I won’t believe it!

1. I bought non-running clothes. No, really. And not at a thrift shop. Actual new blue jeans (2 pairs even), purchased at an actual retail store. My daughter was so shocked she took to bed with a headache. (When I told her they were on sale for $7.50 she recovered somewhat.)

 

 

Wizard bottle opener 2

2. A blacksmith at the Port Oneida Fair made this wizard bottle opener while we watched. Artistic and functional. What more could you ask for? Naturally, I bought it, even though it cost more than both pairs of jeans.

 

 

3. Saturday morning I went to the village of Beulah to run on the Betsie Valley Trail, only to encounter a stream of runners and large crowd of spectators. Turns out that every August they hold a relay marathon, where teams of five take turns running around Crystal Lake. It’s on my list for 2014.

Crystal Lake Team Marathon

Frankfort-Jeri_and_Jeannie2

Jeri and Jeannie (The Scone Ladies). One of the joys of running is that scones are actually good fuel!

4. My run was supposed to be 15-16 miles, but I stretched it a bit to get to the Frankfort Farmer’s Market and my favorite scone makers. They were out of chocolate chip scones (Nooooooooo!) but I had a very nice pumpkin-pecan one instead, and an excellent date-oatmeal bar. I’ll be back.

 

 

5. This morning I snuck in a last bike ride to serve as my “recovery run” from yesterday’s 19.3 mile effort. The ride began with a steep hill, which is tough even on fresh legs, so I was a bit worried. But I cruised up and over in a much higher gear than usual. I was really surprised how strong my legs felt. This training thing might actually be working!